Always feel peace of mind,
When I have you in my line of fire.
Saw her standing all alone,
Behind a black swivel throne.
She's the queen,
She's the queen,
She's the queen.
Of my desire.
Mind control,
Had she known,
She wouldn't be under my spell.
I keep her close,
Under my nose.
A heavy dose,
Of a pearl from it's shell.
She can't escape my desire.
String you along,
Around my neck.
Call you up,
So you don't forget -
I show you off,
I treat you well,
So you can't say you miss your shell.
You can't escape,
Can't escape,
Can't escape.
My desire.

I hate the taste of bourbon,
Feels too far from urban,
It makes me think of home.
Small talk,
Small flock,
Small minds.
Art on my body,
Unique or a hobby?
"How will you feel when you're old?"
I love being different,
But not the feeling that comes with it,
Being worn down by squares.
I hate the taste of bourbon,
It's almost disturbing,
How badly I want to be alone in a crowd.

I'm noticing less and less of a separation
Between the woman in my head,
The woman who stands before you,
And the hungry wolf I've fed.

I keep telling myself,
“To be numb will make it feel better”
But then it backfires on me.
I don't feel anxiety or embarrassment from what other people see,
For what I've done or what pushed me there,
I know, it's always me.

Sitting in bed,
Replaying in my head
Everything I ever did or said,
That wasn't me, but just a loose bolt in my head,

Crawling around trying to find a source
To feed the cravings and quench the thirst,
For attention I wanted and thought I would need,
And left me wondering why I'm never the one to leave,
Why I'm always the last woman standing in an empty crowd,
Because my pride is too strong,
Because I refuse to back down.

I wake up angry and sick with my other side,
That put me to sleep and took my body for a ride,
And I don't care if the whole world forgives me,
Because I can't forgive myself,
For starting the night as one person and morphing into someone else.

Maybe it's time to start over and invent someone new,
Or keep true to myself,
which I've never had the nerve to do.
But being numb isn't real,
When I was just born to feel,
A sensitive girl painted with false *** appeal.

There used to be a boy that lived down the street,
I thought I loved him when we ****** in the front seat.
I felt like a grown up,
I didn't feel sixteen.
A few men later, felt sharp as a tack.
I loved a man that said "I'd give you the shirt off my back".
I felt like a grown up,
I didn't feel eighteen.
Then came a man with my mom's new last name,
I escaped the final touch but not all the blame.
He told me "you're not a kid anymore",
Every day since I was twelve he did the math.
I wish I didn't want to grow up before,
I was only eighteen and a half.

Cars pass by the window,
none of them are yours.
Don't have a bed,
but you won't sleep on any floors.
You won't take the time,
but say I take every minute.
You don't get my mind,
but you're constantly in it.
I hear that you love me,
but I never see that you do,
People pass by the window,
but none of them are you.